Artistic work has been reduced to algorithmic matrixes which serve the lowest common denominator of human desire. In seeking to understand this current iteration, we fashion the audience as vapid consumers- hungry wolves who wish for nothing more than to satisfy unduly cravings.
How Do you feel about the prospect of offering your work up to a market of vapid consumers?
If the audience represents a pack of hungry wolves, where do we stand?
is the audience TRULY a hungry pack of wolves?
Hm.
I think the premise placed before us is bullshit-
I think that the audience is smarter than most will give them credit for. Deep down, they know something. There is a seed there. That which seeks to apprehend. That which seeks to know. To see. To transcend. There is an essence of humanity lodged within which yearns to be witnessed. The artist and their work can bear witness.
However this relationship, between artist and audience has been bastardized to the point at which the two are no longer in conversation- this makes the artist feel alienated- like their work has no societal value- and this forces the audience to accept work which is substandard in the project of human edification.
That is-
ART IS NOT CONTENT.
And- the audience isn’t stupid.
THOSE ANTITHETICAL TO THE SANCTITY OF THE HUMAN CONDITION wish for you to believe both of these lies.
